“Give a buried dream a second chance.” ~ Dr. SunWolf
UK’s Army and Air Force ROTC place American flags on the campus’ front lawn in observance of 9/11 – one flag for every life lost that day. This morning, there was something horribly real in those thousands of drenched flags; like a flashback, even though the weather in Kentucky on September 11, 2001 was just the opposite of today’s three-inch downpour. The sky so blue it hurt; the most perfect morning one could ever imagine. This year’s freshman class was only five years old back then. This young man in prayer was one of those children. He certainly wasn’t much older. He may have lost a loved one that day, or perhaps he’s lost someone fighting in the wars that have raged since. He, himself, may be the next casualty as, ironically, the President announced new combat strategies in the Middle East just last night. The flags are a wonderful tribute. Kudos to the ROTC for their dedication to plant them faithfully, and for standing eight hours in torrential rain reading the names of the dead on 9/11, as well as those killed in combat in Iraq and Afghanistan. The cadets made me proud, of course. But when I saw this young man down on one knee, it was all I could do not to cry. I wish I could give him back a world before 9/11. 13 years have passed and I still don’t have the right words.